(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
Again, the mere thought of pleasure almost nauseated her, but Bea could not deny how wonderful the little bug rammed into the filthy crevices of her ass felt. To acknowledge that someone as perverted and useless to society as a tiny (and particularly this tiny, the one who had tried so many times to take advantage of her little angel) could possibly make her feel a certain way she'd been lacking for years was...frustrating, to say the least. But, Bea had tried to force herself to find attraction in women, to no avail. Her most hated gender was the only one that could sexually satisfy her, as horrible as that was.
Still...there were worse ways to derive pleasure, Bea realized. Yes, being forced to find pleasure solely in disgusting bugs and lying, cheating, manipulative men was annoying. But, especially with tinies, Bea recognized that she was in a unique position to both satisfy her own womanly needs and put the little freaks in their place. In some ways, that was almost more thrilling than the alternative. Matt felt, frankly, utterly amazing crushed up into her asshole, his every feeble twitch and muted yell tickling her most sensitive areas in such a way that practically knocked Bea to her knees. And at the same time, the little bug was being drenched in fetid smells, sweat, and other unmentionable fluids, and no doubt in agony from the crushing pain and heat.
Honestly? This might've been the greatest thing Bea had ever done with a tiny, and the fact that it was her own daughter's cockroach of a perverted "friend" made her domination of the little thing that much more...intensely satisfying.
A smug grin on her face, Bea flexed her glutes again as she walked out of the room to go back to watching the movie with her daughter. Her grin widened as she could just barely feel the tiny squelching sensation around her sphincter. With each step she took, her powerful butt cheeks were grinding the life out of the little man, and soon he'd be nothing more than the unnoticeable, forgotten little shit stain Bea always knew him and all tinies to be. That thought alone brought a firm blush to the redhead's cheeks, but Bea kept her emotions in check and maintained a neutral expression as she approached her daughter.
Ashley glanced up at her with a huge smile. "So, mom...how's he feel in there? Totally super duper amazing, right? Like, the comfiest squishiest thing ever?" The girl's cheeks were bright red with embarrassment. "A-And...kinda stimulating and stuff?"
Bea mimed a thoughtful expression. "Hmm...I'm not sure, honey. I can hardly feel him. My butt might just be too big for him." Bea gave her bountiful behind a smack, and mentally smirked at another faint feeling of her prisoner vibrating with anger deep inside of her, the vibration more like a quick burst of ticklish ecstasy than anything else. "I might need him in there for a while to really...work out the benefits he provides."
Ashley giggled. "Oh, sure! You can totes hold onto him for, like, however long you want! I'm sure Matt's totally fine with it, since he was so eager to volunteer with me!" Ashley gushed, somehow already letting her mind twist your initial agreement to help her judge new outfits into some sort of consent to let the girl shove you up her ass (and now her mom's) like an intimate adult's toy!
Bea smiled warmly at her daughter. "Ah, that's so thoughtful of you, my little angel. Thank you for lending me to him." Bea spoke in a specific way, phrasing her sentence as if you were property to be lent and borrowed freely, not a living human being with rights. Ashley, oblivious to both her mom's intent and the inherently dehumanizing way she was speaking, merely laughed again and smiled naively. She then wiggled over on the couch, letting Bea sink down into the space beside her. The two outrageously curvy women took up practically all the space of the couch, their booties compressing together, but the mother and daughter duo cuddled up regardless, content.
The movie marathon resumed, and Bea kept her expression stoic, hiding her more passionately inflamed feelings deep inside. She let a small bit of built-up gas slide out from her rectum, and then bit her lip as an aggressive vibrating twitch followed from her anus. Bea could see now why Ashley had been flustered nearly to the point of unintelligibility, but Bea's decades of more experience led her to have a better handle on her composure. She could experience the full stimulating joy of Matt's presence, the satisfaction in putting the bug in his proper place (better than a tiny deserved, as far as Bea was concerned), and make sure no one around her was any the wiser.
Kicking up her feet and holding her daughter's head against her chest, Bea smiled and sighed.
Hopefully, this was just day one of what the rest of her's, and Matt's, lives would be like. Bea could get used to it.
*****
As far as you could tell, you'd been within Bea's ass for a week now, and there were no signs of the woman ever letting you out again. You'd genuinely had nightmares before about Bea, as you knew she was the one woman in your life who would genuinely try to erase your existence and do something irreparably evil to you. Now, thanks to Ashley's innocent idiocy (and somewhat thanks to Jenna's whole initial prank back at the clothing store), you were nothing more than a forgotten stain in the bowels of Bea. You hadn't so much as seen a sliver of light in the past week, as the woman's puckered asshole remained closed behind you at most times, and only opened when she...
...honestly, you didn't want to think about that, or about how your body would probably never be fully clean again. Especially as Bea seemed intent on consuming the messiest and gassiest foods she possibly could, day after day.
It was, to be truthful, a soul crushing experience. True, a week inside of Bea's ass was, time-wise, nothing. You'd been in bad situations for longer periods of time in the past. You still remembered with trembling anxiety about the summer you spent glued to Mari's yoga mat, courtesy of (of course), Jenna. Mari had actually noticed you on the second day, but when she'd left to get some cleaning supplies to pick you free from the glue, Rio had borrowed the mat without bothering to look at it, and put you through a stomping, sweaty session of her own. Rio then used you for two more days, before finally returning you to Mari's room. By then, Mari had totally forgotten about you, and as you were practically unrecognizable by that point, Mari used you without hesitation. Three months of awful crushing and squishing followed, and you were only freed by an unrepentant and pleasantly amused Jenna before school started up again.
What made this so much scarier was your executioner, so to speak. Jenna's pranks always reached an end, assuming that never spiraled out of her control. Jenna was a cruel girl, but she ostensibly still claimed she loved you, to an extent, and never wanted to see you disappear forever. Bea, meanwhile, outright hated tinies, and you were pretty sure she'd basically killed tinies in the past because of her treatment of them. Without anyone else in your circle of family and friends knowing what had happened to you, Bea would theoretically be free to keep you as the inmate of her derriere for the rest of time...which was sobering and heartbreaking.
Theoretically...only Ashley could save you now, and the chances of that seemed...hopelessly slim.
*****
Ashley watched her mom walk past, noting the sizable sway of the older Parker woman's gargantuan butt cheeks. Ashley loved her mom, and couldn't believe how beautiful she was and yet she still hadn't managed to net herself a little cute tiny man to settle down with. True, her mom always got cagey around tiny guys, like she didn't like them or something. Which was, like, totally ridiculous. How could anyone not like tinies?
Actually, thinking of tinies made Ashley recall that she hadn't seen Matt in about a week? Hadn't he been shopping with her, or something? She truly couldn't remember, so she decided to simply shrug and move on. He'd turn up eventually. He was totes good at that, the little hunk. Still, some tiny corner of Ashley's mind felt like it was trying to remind her of somehting, but the pieces just weren't clicking. Was it related to why her mom had seemed to be in a really good mood the past week? Maybe...but maybe not.
Oh well. It would come to her. Or not!
*****
Sitting beside Ashley, Jenna gazed appreciatively at the redhead's mothers backside, and then she shifted her gaze down to her best friend's own posterior. Jenna smirked. It had been a week, but the idea of Matt tattooed to the girl's anus was still just as funny as it had been seven days ago. And, judging by Ashley's demeanor, the girl had totally forgotten it had happened in the first place, which was also hilarious.
Jenna smiled. She'd let Matt spend a few more weeks in there, at least. After all, it wasn't as if he was going anywhere, right?
*****
1) A few weeks later, Jenna reminds Ashley about you, and Ashley instantly remembers everything. Ashley and Jenna confront Bea, and Bea reluctantly frees you.
2) A few weeks later, Jenna reminds Ashley about you...but Ashley doesn't remember a thing. Jenna starts to panic when she can't find you in Ashley's ass, while Bea stands back and watches with mild amusement. Bea knows she's right on the cusp of having you inside of her forever.
3) *Writer's Choice*
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